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Today was just like most days; I get up, read a marketing blog, drink something I made in my juicer and get ready for a long day of emails, social media planning, practice, brainstorming fall show ideas, and all the crazy things required of the modern do-it-yourself musician.

Then, as I'm scrolling through the feed on FB, I notice that a few friends had made a loudly exclaiming post....I saw that an interview I had earlier in the week with a petite, intelligent and extremely thorough reporter named…

They are called "Changing Scene". These ambient alt-indie rockers blend the sounds of surf rock, 80's nu wave and a touch of Mexican stand off duel music. They are based right here in Southern Maryland, too.

They are working on a new album right now with the same guy I'm currently working with, Matt Hinshaw. (He also is the…Read more

I grew up in Drum Point. It's a little secret cove like neighborhood in Lusby, MD. The first best friends I ever had, my first day of school, the first time I snuck out, the first time I made out with someone (heh heh)....all happened in this little beautiful place in Southern MD. There was an old woman with permed white hair. I never knew her real name but we all called her Cookie. Every morning, and I mean every single morning, she would walk up and down the roads of the neighborhood for miles. She…Read more

Very few times are there pieces of music that are so beautiful and engrossing that they can transport you from wherever you are to a place buried inside of your mind. This is one of those pieces. If trees could compose music they might write something like this. It captures an arcane sense of connectedness and a faint nostalgia from a life you long to be back in but cant remember.

I recently played a show up in Annapolis with Robbie Boothe and his band at Union Jacks. Several things about the night made it one of the best nights I’ve ever had. My grandma, Nana, from my dad’s side of the family, was visiting from Massachusettes. When my parents were still together way back in the day, we’d drive up to see her on Thanksgiving. She’d greet us with hugs, smiles and a thick New England accent. “How ah you, honyeh?”